December : Christmas Thoughts 11

Someone somewhere will be celebrating their birthday today.
I know of several, past and present, who were born in December, and a classmate from Grammar School will be 61 today.
We were never close, apart from sitting in adjacent rows in the classroom, but come every January in a wave of ‘superiority’, she would announce how old she would be ‘next year’, which of course would be almost two years older than everyone else at the time.

I’ve written previously about festive babies and how some of their birthdays are celebrated. You can read about that here.

The latest generation in my family line will be three on Christmas Day.
He will be old enough to appreciate pretty lights and baubles on trees, understand to some extent about parcels (though not know they are not ALL for him 🙂 ), and hopefully be one of those kids that doesn’t become fractious with all the excitement of the event.

A previous boss had a young son (not a Christmas baby though) and we shared his Christmas Day by his animated description of the baby’s reactions. He was disappointed that his boy didn’t take a lot of interest in the first, but was more excited with the second.

kids-christmasHowever, it was approaching the third that has stuck in my mind the most as they had just moved to a bigger house.
The little boy was fascinated by the lights on the tree, and was forever reaching out to touch them. That year was extra special as neither parent had to worry about crashing trees, damaged furniture or injured child as they had put everything up in a Santa type grotto in their conservatory. He could sit and admire the tree in all its glory from a safe distance behind a locked door.
You can therefore imagine the magical effect of a REAL Santa’s grotto when they took him.
grotto Images from google today

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About pensitivity101

Retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination, loves to cook, favourite food everything especially chocolate and jelly babies. Best friends are Hubby and Dog, Bro and our Dominoes Friend aka MOH (and his dog). Also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' is now a 41 foot narrow boat. It's different and having swan and duck families for neighbours is much more relaxing on the eye not to mention the ears!
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